The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1887-06-29

back ground to draw inferences from,
pointing 10 poor Helen and the farm
er's absent son. The stereotyped innu-
endo of "they say" was used with ex-
traordinary freedom, rs though that
earnest, high-looking woman, who
worked SO faithfully for the good of
her neighbors, had special claim on
''they say" These stories gained as they
were repeated, until the farmer was in-
formed that his son actually designed
clipping with Helen on his return from
Chicago, and leaving the little cripple
for Mr.. Stuart to maintain or send to
the poor-house.
Poor Helen. the innocent cause Of all
these rumors, was working diligently
as house servant, and almost wholly
! ignorant of the malicious SANDERS
designed To defame her character. She
was considerably depressed in spirits
since Warren's sudden declaration of
love and his departure for Chicago.
80, why did he say he loved me ?"
she asked herself. ut will only add to
my misfortune; it only increases my
humiliation and she wrung her hands,
while the tears trickled down her
cheeks.
SISTER Helen" said little Amos, who
sat in a low chuir near her, looking in
her sad face, "why do you cry ?"
Never mind me, little brother
never mind me. Twill tell you pleas
t-story when / get my work done. :"
There was no one in the kitchen save
herself and her little brother.
Il dreamed last night purity dream,
sister, oh, so purity" said Amos.
What was it, little brothcr?'
II dreamed saw Il thousand angels
a fyin' through the air..
That was a delightful dream, little
brother"
"Oh, it was so nice" cried the little
fellow, clapping his hands at the glo-
rious rcmembrances the dream revived.
II hope we will see the angels when
we die"
"And there was such nice music, oh,
sister! l never heard the like. Great
big harps and organs seemed to be
playin' all over the sky. Is Heaven
that nice?'
Eyes, brother. and much nicer than
you could imagine"
can, oh, sister, my back was
straight, an could walk an run like
other boys; an could fly, cause
seemed to have wings"
you was an angel, little brother"
said Helen, working to crowd down the
sad emotions which arose in her heart.
Il want to be an angel, agin, sister,"
said the little cripple. "Oh, get so
tired sitting here all day, an can't
walk round much, only wiz my
crutches, an if / was an angel an
could fly it would be so nice"
"You will be an angel some day, lit
tie brother, because you are good"
but it's so long to wait, an l jist
git tired sittin' here an waitin' an
waitin'," said the child, whose poor
little crippled body prevented his
enjoying much of childhood's happi-
ness.
you must learn to be patient,
BROTHER said his sister, her face red
with the exercise of handling pots and
kettles.
81 am, sister Helen; Team be patient,
COS you are with me, but oh, if should
be left without you if GJd should take
YOU home in Heaven rs He did mamma
and papa, then what would become of
me ?"
Helen did not risk an answer for
few moments; then told him that he
must not talk so; God took care Of HIS
little children.
but you take care of me- said
Amos.
"It is God, little brother, that gives
me the strength and desire to work for
you. II is God that sent us to these
good people, where / am able to make
living for both of us"
But where is Mr.. Warren, who
used to play with me, and talk to you,
sister ?" asked the boy.
"He has gone to Chicago"
"Where is that?"
"a great way off. "
"Will he ever come backp"
40 yes. hope he will, Helen spoke
unconsciously the true desire of her
heart.
Since the departure Of Warren her
burden seemed doubly great. and the
scowl upon the face of Mr.. Stuart
grew darker every day. She came to
fear him. and little Amos. who used To
prattle fcarlessly 10 the farmer, was